Sleeping with the Enemy1991

Laura:
Mrs. Clark called from the library. She said they could use me full time now.

Martin:
You already work three mornings a week, and I support that because I know your love of books. What about our home? Don't you love our home as much?

Laura:
Has your dinner been late to the table even once?

Martin:
Oh, I can remember not so far back it was late. By two days.

Laura:
That was six months ago. My mother was all I had. I'll never forgive myself for not bringing her to live with us.

Martin:
You shouldn't beat yourself up. You always treated her with love.

Laura:
She died, Martin. How could I not go to her funeral?

Martin:
If you had told me, I would have taken you, given me a chance to pay my last respects. But you sneaked off inexplicably.

Laura:
I didn't sneak off.

Martin:
Need I remind you how I worried?

Laura:
No. You reminded me enough the night I came back.

Martin:
You're not suggesting I enjoyed that?

Laura:
God, no. That would make you a monster.